Classified No Mistakes Lyrics

Boy‐Cott‐In the Industry Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Sound Check
  • 2 It’s Just My Opinion
  • 3 Listen
  • 4 No Mistakes
  • 5 Problemz
  • 6 High School Behaviour
  • 7 5th Element
  • 8 Beat Auction (interlude)
  • 9 Separate the Music From the Gimmicks
  • 10 The Maritimes
  • 11 Unexplainable Hunger
  • 12 Do This Our Way
  • 13 F.A.D.S.
  • 14 The Final Time
  • 15 Still Hip‐Hop (interlude)
  • 16 Sibling Rivalry
  • 17 What’s Real
  • 18 Unexplainable Hunger (remix)
  • [Verse 1]
    Just keep it goin'; yeah, yo
    Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes
    Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes
    I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on
    I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
    No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
    I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me
    Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me
    My fuel my drive
    All just increased when you hated on Classified
    Here's advice, for every rapper startin' out
    Don't release a record 'til you're happy with the bars you wrote
    My forth album's the first record I really liked
    Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn't write
    So, I took the long way, we could argue all day if it's the wrong way
    But sit back and let the song play
    Props to Joe Bombay for hookin' me up at the start
    I never had the talent but he knew I had the heart

    [Chorus x2]
    Now understand, what I say
    This year, no mistakes
    Got here, no fate
    Paid dues, won't wait
    Made some mistakes and I'll probably make more
    Just how it happens when you're try to go forward

    [Verse 2]
    I made the mistake of mixin' business and friendship
    People got offended, relationships were ended
    So that's why I remember this, severe every tie
    Cause every time I ever endevor with business
    It fucks up; Nothin' personal, but I got friends, I don't need 'em
    And you'd wouldn't talk to me if I didn't have the beat you needed
    I've been through too many shitty MC's with beats, believe it
    But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding
    I'm hungary, can't think with an empty stomach
    Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it
    Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through
    Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to
    Not tryin' to make excuses; But all I'm tryin' to do is music
    Forget about these interviews and photoshoots
    It's just not something for Class
    I'm only here for rhymes, buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that's that


    [Verse 3]
    I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
    Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo
    I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
    Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it
    Now it's all good and I ain't ever lookin' back; yeah, yo
    And I got this joint on my keyboard starin' back at me
    Like you ain't gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty
    Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it
    Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin' it
    I'm an addict for the marijuana
    Doesn't matter if I wanna get high
    I get high, its part of everyday life that I chose
    I know this shit'll probably kill me
    And I won't quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty
    And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence
    Never made made mistakes, then I'll never made no progress, man
    No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn't know me
    I'd still be back at Sobey's stockin' ya shelf with groceries

    [Chorus x2] Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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